Author's Note: Here we go! Chapter 2 has arrived! Still hoping I did both teams justice, and again want to state that any details that are wrong are not intentional. As always... reviews appreciated, advice more then welcome, and flames will be used for BBQ.

Disclaimer is in Chapter 1, and will remain there.

And now... on Stargate SG-1...

Chapter 2

Welcome to Tokyo

It was a quiet night in Downtown Tokyo. Well… quiet by Tokyo standards anyways. Setsuna was walking down the street, trying to think of something that would help with the current situation. So far… nothing. She stopped and leaned against the wall of one of Tokyo's biggest hotels. There had to be something. Maybe even some way to find Earth. It was starting to look like she'd have to tell Ami the secret she had been keeping from them for so long. She sighed. It wasn't something she was looking forward to.

Setsuna was pulled out of her train of thought as a non-descript Black SUV pulled up in front of the hotel. The first to get out was an American wearing glasses. The Guardian of Time pegged him as some sort of scientist. He had that curious, scholarly air about him. The next person was another American, who held himself in a somewhat casual, but still alert, manner.

Hmph. Military. He's gotta be Military. Setsuna thought as a large, dark skinned man soon joined the group. He had a hat on that seemed somehow out of place. The group was already looking out of place with the mix of individuals present. Setsuna was about to leave when a fourth person emerged from the SUV, looking rather flustered while trying to juggle a backpack and a pet carrier as she exited the vehicle.

"Cam… next time," the newcomer said in English, "You carry the cat!"

Setsuna looked over at the source of the voice, and blinked. A young American woman with red hair tied back in a ponytail. Something about her seemed familiar somehow, but Setsuna couldn't put her finger on it.

"Relax lieutenant," the military man said, confirming Setsuna's assessment, and identifying the woman as military as well. Although she seemed less disciplined than he was.

"I'll relax after I get over the jet lag," the redhead growled. "And get a cheeseburger or something."

As she watched the rather unusual group enter the hotel, Setsuna couldn't help but wonder as to who they were. And what was it about the redhead that seemed so familiar. Just before the redhead went through the door, the occupant of the pet carrier looked right at her. It wasn't a normal look either. It almost reminded her of the look Luna sometimes gives people she's never met before, or hasn't seen in a long time.

Krystal barely registered the fact that they were being watched as she entered the lobby of the hotel. She just followed behind the rest of SG-1. Xena shifted inside the cat carrier as if she was trying to get another look at the random person that was outside. At least the Orange Lunar Tabby knew to keep her mouth shut in public.

The fight from Colorado was non-stop on a private charter jet. The Japanese Government pulled out all the stops for them apparently. The young redhead only managed a couple hours of sleep on the way, and was still tired and now rather short tempered because of it. Her current plan was to get to their room and just mash her face against the pillow. And that was exactly what she did. They were shown to their room, which had 4 beds, and Krystal immediately claimed one as her own. Not even bothering to change, she put Xena's carrier down and fell face first onto the bed. Mitchell rolled his eyes, an amused look crossing his face. After letting the Lunar Tabby out of the carrier, he pulled out a laptop and started compiling all the data they had on the Scouts. It wasn't much, but the group was pretty secretive after all.

"Colonel Mitchell," Teal'c said after making sure the room was secure. "How are we to assist these individuals if we do not even know who they are?"

"Not a clue," Mitchell replied.

"Play it by ear," Krystal's muffled voice came from the bed. "Usual SG-3 plan."

"I thought you were dead set on passing out lieutenant?" Mitchell asked over his shoulder.

"Working on it," Krystal replied.

Morning came, and Ami was out for a walk. Her mom noticed her depression and tried to help, but nothing worked. Luckily, it was the weekend, so there wasn't any school. Looking out over Tokyo Bay, Ami thought about what she could have done differently in that battle. But no matter which angle she considered, nothing seemed to work. A couple ideas actually might have made things worse. Clenching a fist, Ami made a decision.

"I'm not gonna let this drag me down," she said to herself. "Thinking about it isn't gonna bring them back."

With a renewed sense of determination, Ami turned around, and accidentally ran into someone. Both fell to the ground. Ami recovered first, and saw a redheaded American woman who appeared to be in her mid twenties.

"Sorry," the woman apologized in English. "Still suffering from Jet Lag."

"That's ok," Ami replied in kind. "I wasn't exactly watching where I was going."

The woman pushed herself up, and offered to help Ami. The young blunette accepted the offer, somehow feeling like she could trust the American. Said woman said something about getting pulled out of bed in order to get used to the change in time zones by someone, and Ami blinked. She recognized the name from somewhere.

"Who?" Ami asked.

"Dr. Daniel Jackson," Krystal replied. "Archaeologist. I'm helping him with some research right now."

Ami remembered where she had heard that name before. She read something about an Archaeologist suggesting that the Pyramids were actually used as landing platforms for alien ships back in the nineties. Shortly after that, Dr. Jackson disappeared without a trace. It was strange to suddenly find out he was in Japan doing research.

"Sorry… I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Ami Mizuno."

"Krystal Jade. Nice… running into you," the American replied. Both laughed at the small joke. Ami decided to see if she could get any information about Dr. Jackson from this woman, and offered to show her around town. Also… this was a perfect thing to distract herself with.

Setsuna watched as Ami and the American started towards Downtown Tokyo. She had been worried about Ami for a while now, and wanted to keep an eye on her. It seemed like the young blunette had decided to focus her attention on something before running into the redhead. The pair seemed to hit it off instantly, despite having knocked each other to the ground. Breathing a sigh of relief, Setsuna decided to let them go. But why did she feel like she should know that redhead? Every time she sees her, its like a feeling of de ja vu hits her. Shaking her head, Setsuna headed off in the direction of her home. While on her way a thought crossed her mind that made her stop in her tracks.

Could that American be Earth?

So far the only thing fueling Krystal was a twenty-ounce bottle of Coke. But it was helping to keep her awake. It seemed kinda odd to her that she would feel like she could trust this complete stranger, but that was the feeling she got about Ami. Xena might say something, but then again… who knows what that cat would think about this situation. The fact that Ami had blue hair really didn't register with her either. They were walking along a main street in Downtown Tokyo, and Ami was saying something about getting some lunch. Blinking in confusion, Krystal checked her watch. Unfortunately, it was still set for Colorado.

"I guess I'll need to reset my watch when we do," Krystal said.

"So… what do you do for Dr. Jackson?" Ami asked.

"Mostly… try and keep things organized. You know how some scientists get. Stuff everywhere."

Ami laughed at that. Krystal kinda had the feeling that she knew exactly what that was like. It was a good thing Krystal was in civilian clothes, because she doubted Ami would be so friendly if she knew she was talking to an Air Force Lieutenant. The pair soon found their way to a little restaurant. Krystal sweatdropped when she saw that the menu was in Japanese. Ami must have seen the look on her face because she said that she'd translate for her. Shortly after that, Krystal was nomming on a sub sandwich. She was gonna have to let Daniel know about the story she told Ami on the off chance they'd ever meet. Ami hesitated for a minute before taking a bite of her food. Something was bothering the young blunette, that much was certain. But the way she was carrying herself, Krystal figured that she only recently decided to be more proactive about whatever was going on.

"Something on your mind?" Krystal asked, trying to start a conversation.

"It's nothing," Ami replied immediately. That confirmed Krystal's suspicions. She also decided not to press the issue, since they had just met. Ami suddenly asked to see her watch. Deciding that there was no harm in it, Krystal took her watch off and handed it to her. Ami took a look at the watch, gears turning in her head.

"If I'm right, you came from somewhere in the Midwestern United States," she said.

"Colorado, to be specific," Krystal replied. "Nice place. I still prefer the Pacific Northwest though. Doesn't get as hot."

Ami laughed as she adjusted the time on the watch, comparing it to her own. Krystal couldn't help but notice that Ami's watch seemed… different somehow. The blunette finished with Krystal's watch, and handed it back. It now read 1:20 PM.

"I'm surprised you didn't change it yourself," Ami said.

"Got in kinda late," Krystal replied. "First thing I wanted to do was sleep."

Ami was about to say something when Krystal's cellphone went off. Growling under her breath, she pulled it out and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Any luck yet lieutenant?" Col. Mitchell asked on the other end.

"No sir," Krystal replied, the sir part coming out automatically. "Although I did manage to get some lunch, and… I think I just made a new friend."

"Alright. But try to stay focused. I know you like the idea of being in the land of Mario, Sonic, and Godzilla, but we got a job to do."

"Yes sir…" Krystal replied with a sigh. She looked up at Ami for a second before returning her focus to her CO on the phone. "I'll talk at you later Cam."

Ami waited for Krystal to finish, wondering why she would refer to the person on the other end as "sir". Krystal hung up, and returned to her lunch. While she was adjusting the American's watch, Ami noticed that she was looking at her watch. While normally that wouldn't be out of the ordinary, the fact that she seemed to focus on it a bit longer brought up a couple questions. Ami's watch was actually her communicator. It, like the Scouts, had a disguise spell on it. To everyone else, it would just look like a normal watch. She also noted that Krystal's watch had several features on it that would normally put it out of the price range of a research assistant, most notably a timer and stopwatch. It was also set on a 24-hour rotation instead of the more common 12-hour rotation.

Is she military? Ami thought, trying to piece together the limited data she had. Shaking her head, she figured that if Krystal was military, she was probably on leave or something. But that still conflicted with the story she told about being a research assistant.

"So… exactly how much Japanese do you know?" Ami asked.

"Enough to say hello, goodbye, and insult someone," Krystal replied. Ami couldn't help but laugh. Odds are, she got those words from TV and movies. Americans didn't always learn a second language. Ami's communicator beeped. Biting her lip, Ami excused herself and stepped outside so that Krystal wouldn't get suspicious. Making sure no one was watching, Ami responded. A white, feline face appeared on the small screen.

"I know you still haven't recovered from that ambush, but we got Youma in the park," Artemis reported. "Pluto's already on her way, but from what I can see, you're closer."

"I'll be on my way," Ami replied before closing the connection. Sometimes, duty had to come first. Poking her head back inside, Ami apologized for having to bail on her new friend. Krystal pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, quickly writing down a phone number.

"Here," she said, handing over the piece of paper. "Just in case you wanna talk or anything."

"Talk?"

"Its obvious something's bothering you. I've had crap thrown at me before myself. Sometimes you just need someone who's willing to listen."

"Thanks… I guess," Ami said, unsure what to think. Then again… they practically hit it off instantly. Pocketing the phone number, Ami said goodbye and ran down the street.

I don't know why… but I actually feel better now. Ami thought. Perhaps gaining a new friend after so many of her other friends were taken was a good thing.

Ducking into an unoccupied alley, Ami pulled out her Transformation Pen. One thought crossing her mind.

I guess it's time for a little payback. And maybe I'll get a clue about the others.

Krystal watched as Ami ran down the street. Putting her hands in her pockets, she walked down the street in the opposite direction.

Yea… I get the feeling we'd be good friends. She thought as she walked. But man can she run… It looked like she was in a hurry to get somewhere. Maybe it had something to do with that call.

Still no closer to finding out who the Scouts were, Krystal looked up into the sky. There had to be some way to contact them. But so far… the only thing she managed to do was befriend a local. Krystal had passed by one of the schools in the city, Juuban High, and found nothing. Then again, it was the weekend. Then she ran into Ami.

"Well… Jet Lag or no, been an interesting day," she said to herself as she continued down the street. Something caught her eye. Stopping to take a look, Krystal found a poster portraying someone wearing what looked like one of those Scout uniforms in Anime style. The hairstyle though was a dead ringer for the one that file called Sailor Moon.

"Ok… seriously… what's with that hair?" Krystal asked out loud. As she looked around, she noticed a couple other posters in the next window, portraying a couple other Scouts. Wishing she could read Japanese, Krystal decided that this place was better than wandering aimlessly hoping to catch a break. Opening the door, Krystal froze as soon as she took a step inside.

"What… the… fetch?"

She had found the Sailor Moon Fan Club.

Daniel Jackson stood outside the home of an old friend of his. He had to admit, he was a little worried since Lita hadn't been returning his e-mails lately. But it was gonna be good to see the girl's mother again. The last time they had seen each other was a couple months before that fateful day Catherine Langford approached him with a translation job. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

The door opened, and Mrs. Kino stepped out. She hesitated for a moment when she saw him.

"Daniel?" she asked.

"Hello Liz," Daniel replied.

"It's been… what… ten years?"

"Longer. Not since Lita was… what… three?"

The mention of her daughter seemed to darken Mrs. Kino's mood. It was good to see an old friend though. She invited him inside, and went into the kitchen. Daniel got a little worried at the sudden change in his old friend. Liz came out with a glass of ice water, and set it in front of him. He was about to ask when she spoke up.

"Lita's missing," Liz said. "She disappeared over a week ago. The police haven't been able to find her."

"I'm sorry," Daniel replied. "I had no idea…"

"How could you? You were on the other side of the world," Liz said in a defeated tone. "I know she got in contact with you. Lita could barely remember you, but she still managed to do it. After seeing an Indiana Jones movie, she said something about you wearing a fedora in Egypt."

"Lita's a smart girl," Daniel said, reassuring his old classmate. "Whatever happened, I'm sure she'll be alright."

"Where have you been anyways?" Liz finally asked. "Its almost like you fell off the face of the Earth after you said something about your newest theory about the Pyramids."

"Lets just say I got an opportunity of a lifetime."

The conversation went like that for at least an hour. Reminisce, reassure, laugh at an old joke… Finding out that the little girl that Daniel used to baby-sit was missing was upsetting, but there was nothing he could do about it. It was a matter for the Police to handle, not the SGC. Liz showed him a picture of Lita and her friends, saying that the tomboyish brunette wasn't the only one missing. Six of her friends had also turned up missing around the same time. Liz had only known four of them personally, but the idea of so many disappearing at the same time was disturbing. Daniel, however, was focused on the picture. One of the girls in particular, a blond with a rather unique hairstyle, caught his attention. What was it about that hairstyle that looked familiar? He then remembered one of the photos presented to SG-1 by the Japanese Ambassador.

Either that is the most extreme coincidence of all time, or there's more to this than meets the eye... he thought. He just wished there was something he could do for his old friend Elizabeth Kino.

Teal'c looked up as someone knocked at the door of SG-1's hotel room. Mitchell tossed him a hat to cover up the golden sigil of Apophis as the burly Jaffa made for the door. With a practiced flourish, the hat was on his head before he opened the door. What surprised him was that instead of a person, Teal'c was confronted with a rather large number of bags.

"Little help here?" the voice of Lt. Jade came from behind the bags. Teal'c took half of the bags from the overwhelmed redhead, and moved to set them on one of the beds. Krystal used her foot to close the door behind her as Mitchell gawked at the sight of what appeared to be a girl having gone on a shopping spree.

"You are not gonna believe what I found," Krystal said as she threw the remaining bags onto the bed. The contents spilled out, revealing what was apparently a large collection of manga. Mitchell picked one of the books up, and examined the cover. He then looked at the young redhead, an implied question on his face.

"Found out the Scouts have a Fan Club. And apparently… they really like tourists," Krystal explained. "It was the least I could do to get out of there without needing a dump truck to haul everything they were trying to give me. Not to mention the American Dollar apparently goes farther in there than anywhere else."

Teal'c merely raised an eyebrow as the leader of SG-1 poked through the various books and items that were, according to the rookie, thrown at her because she was a tourist.

"You bought this stuff to shut them up?" Mitchell finally concluded. Krystal sighed, nodded an affirmative, and collapsed onto her bed.

"God… if I don't see another guy shoving a Sailor Moon comic in my face… it'll be too soon," the exhausted redhead said to herself. "For a group that's so secretive about who they are, they sure get a lot of attention."

"I'm sure Batman would appreciate the sentiment," Mitchell joked.

"They got books, replica costumes…" Krystal trailed off.

"They went all out?"

"And then some."

Teal'c looked over one of the books himself, curious as to why humans in this region of the Earth were so fascinated with this particular style of art. He was still quite skeptical about the part the Japanese Ambassador said regarding the "Supernatural powers" these young women were said to possess. He looked up at the sound of a bottle of carbonated liquid being opened, and found Lt. Jade with her favorite soft drink in hand. It wasn't long before she noticed that a certain member of the team was missing, and asked about his whereabouts.

"Daniel Jackson said that he was going to visit an old friend," Teal'c responded as he went back to examining Lt. Jade's newly acquired collection. For the next few minutes, the members of SG-1 sat in silence. A silence that was soon broken by a certain Orange Lunar Tabby.

"Wow… I had no idea the Sailor Scouts were so famous," Xena said, pawing through the books. At least she was refraining from saying anything about Krystal being one. The current theory that was going through the redhead's mind was that Xena's stasis pod had reacted to the fact that she had the ATA gene, not any kind of special power. After explaining that to the feline, Xena hadn't said anything further on the subject.

"So… what are you going to do with your new collection lieutenant?" Mitchell asked.

"Storage, probably," Krystal replied, pulling her Lantian Scanner out and poking at the screen. "If it was Star Trek or something like that… then I'd probably keep it back at the base."

Krystal eventually had to chase Xena away from the manga after the tabby had knocked some stuff on the floor in an effort to get a better look at something. The young redhead facepalmed when Xena did her best imitation of Simon's Cat and pointed at her mouth and meowed. While pulling out something for the cat to eat, a thought crossed Krystal's mind. Just how did the Ambassador get those photos of the Scouts? She voiced her thoughts, and Cameron Mitchell shrugged.

"Maybe the Japanese Government has agents working at the Fan Club?" he joked.

Back at the Sailor Moon Fan Club, ninety percent of the staff suddenly sneezed.

Author's Note: Wanted to show why Lita had been in contact with Dr. Jackson before the events of this story. Couldn't find any info on her mom, so... yea... Old friend of Jackson's. Also... you may notice that I am using a mix of English and Japanese names for the Scouts. That... IS intentional. Hope everyone is enjoying it so far.

And... I couldn't resist the anime sneeze thing. ^^

See you guys next week!

Next time on Stargate SG-1: Cliché bashing and Krystal gets into some trouble.